Gaea and Her Children

As I sit in the grass a sense of magic overcomes me. The mother of all, Gaea, is here.

I can’t see her, but I feel her presence everywhere. She is crying, sobbing, mourning her lost children, the trees, the birds, the bears, the flowers.

As I sit in the grass, I send a wave of reassurance. I want to help.

But how can I? I’m just one fish in an ocean. One bird in a flock. One flower in a meadow.

And yet, something must be done.

For the wind, always daring me to race.

For the birds, always asking me to sing.

For the trees, telling me to relax.

We must save Gaea and all her children, or the world will end.